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She expands and contracts like a diaphragm Her life's breath tied to me; to my presence Each movement outward is an expansion and when this new world is too much she folds back into me Her center Here she grounds, she heals, she recovers roots are put it, nourishment taken in the form of touch, words, kisses, whispers and like a tree in spring she sends off new shoots growing upon a sturdier and stronger trunk Her presence is like a heart beat Bah-boom; close Bah-boom; explore over, and over, and over again Until she gradually replaces me with her own personal power
Such is the process of motherhood; attached together as one for so long then they break free to find their own way
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